August is a month for Prompts #14
8/14: Vinyl
In a dark room with a single triangular window that reaches from the floor to the ceiling a raspy cough echoes as a needle greets a spinning vinyl record.
The low scratch dissipates and the room is filled with a soft melody that harmonizes with a piano. In front of the window, in a tall backed leather armchair with lion's paw legs a man plops down and groans.
He reaches to his neck and loosens his tie, and unbuttons the first few buttons on his shirt. The trifecta of bracelets clinked, wooden beads against metal bands against seashells strewn on a thin string as he reached for his tumbler.
Two ice cubes swam in the transparent brown liquid as he swished it side to side. He raised the glass to his lips and took a sip.
With a click of teeth and satisfied sigh the man stretches and groans. The soft music. Elevates and drops into a pulsing beat. The man smiles and twirls his wrist and punches the air excitedly. He jumps up from his seat and begins to sing a long to the song.
As the music filled the room, it crept through the creases in the door and spilled out into the hall bouncing off the walls. As the song played on the record player the tune swept through the slumbering giant star vessel and aroused those within. One by one the crew members gathered, some more amused than others. As they followed the beat from a whisper to an undeniable roar they found themselves at their captains lodgings.
None of them were brave enough to knock, but the smallest was courageous enough to crack open the door and peer inside. Quickly followed by the rest, they all leaned on top of one another just to get a glimpse.
Inside, Captain Mine swayed back and forth while he vocalized in rhythmic harmony with the record. The Hummingbirds watched both amused and amazed by their Captain’s gyrations and fluid moves through the room. As the song came to a close Mine stuck a pose, his heart was thumping and his chest heaved up and down as his breaths stabilized. It wasn’t until the door burst open and the Hummingbirds tumbled in that he realized he wasn’t alone.
They all looked up at him with fond smiles, the smallest of them all sat on top of the pile and started to applaud.
Mine bowed and waved her off, “Oh stop it Molly dear, you’re making blush.”
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Stay Tuned…
Mine Imagination: Flight of the Hummingbirds
By: T. M. Ashley
M.I Flight of the Hummingbirds is the debut by T. M. Ashley, which features a six century old mastermind that was banished from space and time and is now free to do as he pleases and find his way home. Read the Prologue here:
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